As we sit here waiting for the play to start,
we wonder what will it be like. Curtain now going up, two children playing. Both happy as could be, then jealousy sets in. One killed the other, the audience falls silent. The parents hear screams, they come running. Days-weeks-months go by, the parents never recover. The one family blames the other, a child should not die. Then screams are heard, the audience falls silent. It was not the play, a mouse ran up her leg.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2021
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